The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, whispers slicing the air.
“She’s clearly unstable.”
“No wonder he never loved her.”
“I heard their child isn’t even his. She’s unfaithful.”
Marina’s sobbing made her appear delicate, innocent, adored. And there I was—the monster. Always the villain.
Tears blurred my vision, but I forced words past my lips. “Then divorce me! I’m done with this sham of a marriage. I don’t want to be your wife anymore!”
Dominic’s laugh was cold, venomous. “You’re pathetic, desperate, insane. First, you stage a fake kidnapping for attention, and now this pitiful display? You should win awards, Vivienne, for acting.”
He reached into his jacket and pulled out papers, flinging them at my feet like garbage. “Here. Isn’t this what you’ve been begging for?”
I bent, trembling, to gather them. But before my hands could close around the sheets, he swooped down and snatched them away, a cruel smirk curling his lips.
“You really thought I’d make it that easy?” he spat. “You will serve me another week before I sign this. Until then, you’re mine.”